Bab 85: Chapter 4 ★ Useless

Cedric POV

I rumble up to the school with something akin to anger. Or maybe it's anxiety, I'm not quite sure. I haven't felt anxiety in years. Who knows how long it's been since the ridiculous emotion has riddled me.

Staring up at the historical building in front of me, I cringe. I am nervous after all. This isn't what I expected. I'm not afraid of anything, most certainly not a bunch of college aged human students.

Maybe I'm afraid that I'll kill someone if they get on my nerves. It is possible.

I park my bike, slipping off the motorcycle with a glare. I don't want to go in there. I don't want to have a meeting with the school's President. Shoving my keys in my pocket, I know I have no other choice.